this Teaching Blog inspired and dedicated to my 2011 HP Yogini of the Year;  Sandra “DawaGahti” Lee…


by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)

    • THINK that I shall never see
      A poem lovely as a tree.
      A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
      Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
      A tree that looks at God all day,
      And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
      A tree that may in Summer wear
      A nest of robins in her hair;
      Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
      Who intimately lives with rain.
      Poems are made by fools like me,
      But only God can make a tree.
      pic by ilg, a few weeks ago;  Missionary Ridge (a local hallowed training area of Durango’s mountain yogis)

One Response to “Tree’s…to get grounded for the week ahead…”

  1. Sandra Lee says:


    Thank You!

    When i was a lil kiddo washing dishes (our kitchen window faced the west) I would glance up now and then esp in the evenings to see the silhouette of the trees on the Carrizo Mountains. I would always think those trees up there are my protectors. if they can stand straight, i can too.

    How did you know this was the photo i love on your Facebook page?

    I love trees because not one is the same as the next one, or the one in Telluride or the one in Weminuche Wilderness, etc etc. i love looking at the leaves as they dance in the wind. i love looking at trees on a late fall day/evening and see the sky in between their bare hands and fingers. i love trees because they each have a different leaf and those leaves turn into magnificent colors. i love trees, they have a healing smell. I love how the leaves gather dew drops when it rains, and when i am running or hiking i would lick the water off each leave. Or is there was a icicle i would bite it off and chomp on the ice. and when i am alone on the trail, i dance with the trees. i talk to the trees as i did when i was a lil kid, oh the conversations we can have! Thank You Trees!


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